The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Thirteen

Rory wasn't sure what was going on, the next week was very weird. Everyone was avoiding her, even including Bruce and Alfred. It started the day after her mall trip with the girls, the boys decided to take a trip out as well and were gone most of the day. With them gone, the manor was unusually quiet. Normally there would be some form of screaming from the second floor because Damian was either trying to kill Jason or Tim, with Dick right behind him trying to stop a possible murder.

So instead, Rory had spent the day training with Cass to try and improve her skills. If she was as readable as Cass said she was, then there could be others who would try to use that against her. It was about three hours in when Rory was finally able to land a hit on Cass, and it took another two before she actually pinned her.

Apparently yelling in anger was a good distraction method.

When the boys had gotten back just before dinner, that was when Rory knew something was up. They all walked in with a few bags each and quickly made a break for the upstairs when Rory tried to speak to them. 

The next day, Monday, they all avoided her still. Every time she walked into the room at least one of them would get up and leave and that someone was usually Tim or Jason which irritated her further.

Tuesday was even worse, now all four of them walked out of the room whenever she entered even during meals. At least she had Steph and the others right? Wrong.

Wednesday, Rory didn't think it could get any worse oh but it did. That was the day that Stephanie and Barbara began to avoid her. It was starting to get on her nerves, what were they all up to, and did it not involve her?

Thursday was the day that Cass, Bruce, and Alfred all began to avoid her. Even when it was time to patrol Gotham, she was sent out on her own and left to work by herself. Needless to say, that patrol was boring without someone to pick on while she worked. When she arrived back early the next morning, no one was there waiting up for her.

Friday, she finally snapped. Since everyone began to avoid her, Rory decided not to leave her room for the entire day unless she was getting a drink or something to eat. She ate breakfast on her own, ate lunch on her own, trained on her own on the balcony, and even ate dinner on her own. If this is what they thought was a practical joke, Rory did not find it funny.

When she went to bed that night, she had forgotten all about what the next day was, she curled up and went straight to sleep.

The next morning she wasn't woken by her alarm, instead, there was someone there trying to shake her awake slowly." 

"Rory, get up." the voice whispered.

With a groan, Rory sat up and rubbed her eyes to see Jason there with a worried expression on his face. "Get up quickly, I need your help." 

"What? Are you finally speaking to me again? Wow, what is it my birthday?" she asked.

Jason rolled his eyes but still looked worried. "Seriously, I need your help. Get up and grab your robe." 

Rory gave him an annoyed look but she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself and followed Jason down the stairs. "Are you sure you need my help? You haven't needed it for the last week." 

"Will you just stop whining? This is important," he said and led her into the kitchen. 

"Jay will you please tell me why you decided to get me up at this unholy hour on a Saturday?" she asked as she followed him in.

Once she entered the kitchen, there stood everyone in the manor with a huge smile on their face as Tim held out a huge plate of chocolate chip waffles with chocolate syrup and whipped cream on top.